~ Failed Timing

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Hi, there... It's been awhile! 

I'm back... With 4 years of growth, pain, heartache, resilience, and a majorly different perspective on life.

Adulthood is wild- I'm 28 now!

Until next time here's a little piece I wrote this evening as a teaser:

“Failed Timing” - Feb. ‘21
our souls collided, chemistry undeniable
two lives becoming intertwined
the perfect equation, the perfect formula
a fateful moment, un-timed
bodies becoming one,
tracing, memorizing, admiring
feeling your skin, giving in
is something not easily undone
yet you see these walls are high
guarded and protected
Which is my biggest downfall
because it leaves me isolated
leaving me here- without
leaving me here- with you on the outs
longing for your heart
craving your affection
fighting for your love
desiring for your touch
all the above, let me be your connection
moments are fleeting
journeys are to be taken
resilience is key, as is patience
it may not be the time now
or maybe not ever
but fate is a funny thing
incredibly clever
relentless and unfaltering
to bring two souls back together
and if time fails us, as it sometimes does
there is no such thing as memories turning into dust


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